my life ...my hostel

Waking up at 12.30 this morning (..oops noon) i was wondering it is actually good to live in hostel. i was at home a month back, where my mother would never allow me to sleep after 10.00 o clock and here i can happily sleep as much as i want(only if i dont feel hungry or nature calls me). well, our mba time is almost getting over, and soon we shall be leaving our respective hostels and going to work...and we need to report to our respective offices at 9 or 9.30 in the morning...most of the days i am fast asleep that time.... so my mother predicts that i wont be able to attend office half the days...throughout my life i had been a late comer, late latif, most umpunctual girl in the whole class (both in my graduation as well as MBA days)...ask any one who had been in the same class as mine and he or she will testify ...i remember during MBA, i always used to miss bus and had to walk all the way from hostel to college...and eventually was 10 minutes late for the first period on an average....my system got reverted...unlike normal people who took bath in the morning, i used to take bath at 10 at night after returning from college because i didnot get time in the morning to take a shower... i somehow managed to brush and do the bare essential stuff before leaving hostel....i used to miss break fast most of the days....so later i devised a mechanism to eradicate the problem....i packed the hostel breakfast in a tiffin box, go to college, sit in the last bench and happily treat myself and other guys who missed their breakfast..i wonder when i ll have to live on my own, what is going to happen to me...i cant concentrate on anything if i am hungry..and no doubt i am opulent..now i realize robert donison (our director) had rightfully called me "hungry baby"...well, we all used to criticize the hostel food like anything...i guess this is a common practice among all hostellites of any hostel in the world to sit togather and discuss about the horrible food....mine was a separate issue...coming from a bengali family i was fed fish and rice 3 times a day ...coming here i realized that bengalis and malayalis are like brothers separated in the kumbh mela....malayalis are as much hungry for fish as we bongs....that is one of the reasons why Renji is such a dear friend of mine...he was the only one in BMA who craved for fish with the same intensity as mine...Raghu, the don gave me a nickname which later became my identity here...like an infectious disease it spread from raghu to all other students, and finally to teachers...i got a shock of my life when one morning ravi sir called me "machhli"...one more populer name was given by my chubbumani anna.. he called me "moi3" which later became "moti3" as a nice abbreviation of my long name moitreyee...by the way, it will be injustice if i do not mention chubbumanis identifying character...subbu can be rightfully called my "anna" or big brother at least in one respect...that is his name is 3 times longer than mine..he happens to be a tamil brahmin and his full name is kanchipuram veanu shankara subhramaniyam...and he is damn passionate about his lungi...he loves to wear it as his national dress....he only gets the opportunity to wear it in his hostel...he keeps on correcting me that what he wears is not lungi but veshti and tries his best to bring to my notice a lot of difference between lungi and veshti in terms of colour and ends....he had also been my tamil teacher (apart from jeevika, jayasudha, minaxi, raghu and ravi sir)...but what is great about chubbumani is that i learnt tamil slangs from him unlike others... and he was the one who inculcated in me the love for tamil songs...subbu also narrated to me his love story through gtalk even when we were not best of friends, that is in the first term...i remember the first time we spoke was when subbu came up to me in the library and told me to post a letter for him (coz DTDC was at the basement of out hostel)..but i guess till date i didnot tell my story to subbumani anna..one of subbu's best friend is karan.....my friendship with karan is relatively new...the first time i saw karan i felt he was a big time flirt and heartless fellow, eaten up by alcohol, tobacco and sensual pleasures....but i was wrong to a large extent..karan is a very warm hearted boy, and a normal boy, what i thought about karan might be because of the mental block i possess regarding delhites...but now i realize it is time to shed that mentality...i feel friendship is deepened when 2 individuals speak deep truths and share genuine experiences with honesty...so this article is dedicated to all my friends in BMA with whom i have shared such moments when we shared our lives and true stories...coming back to karan...as i mentioned he is a dude, and he had consistently been the heartthrob of my rommie...he had been a vegetarian when he came here...but last day i saw him eating chicken noodles...he informed me that he ate chicken when i was in kolkata...i was sceptical till saw...ise kehete hai sangat ka rangat

i have a mallu friend here called ranjith..i consider him as my local guardian in bangalore...we generally share common tastes and had been together for most of the time outside college..he is a big time foodie like me...but i remember once we had a competition on who can eat more and i did beat him that time...being a computer science engineer, he is too good in maths, as a result of which he used to teach all the boys QT before exam...and from then onwards, he was called "guruji"...guruji was a food robber as well...i learnt from him how to steal biscuits, chocolates and toffees from the room of our academic manager annella, shrija and sumithra..and the best part of which was no matter where they kept their foodstuff, he used to find it and happily ate it in front of them...it seemed he had a dogs nose and could sniff food...renji had a nice kerelian accent in his english ...no matter how much i told him to pronounce "paul", he would pronounce "pole"...actually i enjoyed that...all kerelians i have met have this typical accent...one more great example was the great manicton urf santhosh... he used to call ujwala as "huujwala" and a very funny accent which i cannot probably pen down...this guy left immediately after the course got over and headed Dubai to make his career...now lets come to another eccentric creature...the great mahaveer jain...and it is no fun to be a jain....and even difficult to be mahaveer jain...mahaveer was prohibited by his religion to eat certain things...so he used to bring nimki and stuff like that in a tiffin box, which the whole class helped him to finish...mahaveer loved to be a jain ...he used to give lectures in jain seminars...i asked him certain religious stuff which bothered me for a long time...and he did come up with a good explanation for that...at the ending of our course, i used to lose my temper very often...and i discussed it with him.. mahaveer told me to keep quiet "maun" for 1 hr a day...i practised it and it did help me...me and mahaveer are of the same age, though mahaveer is more efficient than me ...he has 4 years of work experience and i have none..every time i had been upset (especially in ravichandrans class), he used to comfort me...give tons of lecture and a sandwich...by the way, karan called mahaveer "chawal" coz that was the only thing he could eat in the cafeteria...once mahaveer chatted with akash kumar from my id and called him sexy n stuff like that ...akash was shocked and logged out (thinking that i got mad).......mahaveer had one more speciality...that his pants were always too tight for his bums...like santhosh...and me and funty had a code word ..."om mahaveeraye namah"

now lets come to another specimen called akash kumar....i initially thought that akash was a very arrogant fellow...but later realized that his behaviour was like that and he was not as he appeared to be...and by this time we have become good friends....especially after doing some 7 or 8 assignments together during our specialization...when we used to do assignments together, we used to have a lot of fights...but finally for some reason, we dont fight any longer...a trademark of akash was that he always used to introduce himself as "akash kumar from khatauli" and i remember from day 1 i used to call him in his full name..akash kumar ...akash puts strange picture of his in his orkut album...ujwala once said "hi" to him in gtalk and akash replied "same to u"...he would come to gmail...check his mail and if anyone asked him something he would invariably reply "madam, i am very busy, i have a lot of assignments..please dont disturb me"....now this is akash kumar.

well....i have already bored u guys to death (that is in case any one read till here) and there are a lot of other guys here about whom i can talk volumes..but now i feel i better stop....i ll describe some other samples from bangalore mad asociation in the next episode

till then bbye